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Contests and Mead - The Holodeck

Posted March 11, 2021, 1:29 p.m. by Civilian Runa Siff Edman (Education Specialist) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Commander D’Vash Odinson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Contests and Mead - The Holodeck

Posted by Civilian Runa Siff Edman (Education Specialist) in Contests and Mead - The Holodeck

Posted by Commander D’Vash Odinson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Contests and Mead - The Holodeck

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Her eyes widened and that devilish grin was back with his emphasis on ‘dare.’ “Oh that’s not fair. You know I’ve never been able to say no to a dare.” She glanced down at her drink considering how much was still left, and then looked him in the eye, her decision already made. She’d need a lot more than that to lower her inhibitions, but she didn’t need to lower them…and she downed the rest of her drink, setting the cup aside. “Dare.” She leaned in, just a breath away, “What exactly do I have to do?”
Runa Edman, Teacher

D’vash sat his own glass down after finishing it and looked her straight in her eyes. Her lips glistened from the remnants of he mead, and her eyes held the mischievous glance he remember from their youth. He already knew what the dare would be, but he was letting Runa think he was in deep contemplation of what it should be.

Her grin widened as he actually finished the mead. They were both all in as the saying went. His prolonged silence had her mind racing through the possible ‘dares’ he might pose, but her eyes never left his as she waited. Which had the unexpected result of making her blush, and Runa hadn’t blushed in years. As close as she was to him she could smell the mead and spice on his breath. Her left hand was idly tracing circles along his shoulder while she waited.

A few moments passed and he began to grin. “Kiss me,” he responded, “and I don’t mean just a quick peck between two old friends. I want you to think of it as kissing a former lover. A lover you let slip away years ago and now you’re together again in an attempt to relight the fire that once burned so passionately. . . .”

Odinson (CIO/part-time Don Juan)

She placed a finger over his mouth, her eyes never leaving his, “I get the idea.” The fingers of her right hand traced up his left arm, across his shoulder, and then rested against his chest. “You’ve been away from home too long.” She leaned just that bit closer, that they were sharing the same breath. Her voice feathering into the space between them, “You’ve forgotten that Norse women wrote the book on passion.” She closed the distance brushing her mouth softly against his. This wasn’t a friendly peck between friends. It also wasn’t a kiss to reignite old passions. Instead it breathed life into a new fire, banking embers that would smolder indefinitely. She could pretend, but they weren’t past lovers finding each other again, and this wasn’t just lust. One hand moving to rest right over his heart, and the other behind his neck, pulling him closer. She fanned the flames a moment longer before suddenly deepening the kiss, and it was like a protostar exploding into existence.
Runa Edman, (what dare?)

Feeling the heat build between the two of them, even in the chilly holodeck, D’vash opened himself to receive Runa’s kiss. As a young boy, he had often fantasized about a moment like this with her. The setting was virtually the same as he imagined. The only difference being, now they were consenting adults on a starship speeding through space.

After the briefest of moments when their lips first gently touched, the kiss turned into a raging passion. He placed one arm around her waist and the other around her shoulders. A moment later, D’vash had pulled Runa on top of him and held her tightly as they continued to burn. . . .

Odinson (CIO)

There’s an interesting reaction when a man puts his arms around a woman. It can feel off or invasive or feel like nothing at all, setting off warnings or simply dousing her in proverbial cold water, whatever it is, it is simply not right. Or it creates a ripple of warmth spreading out from the strength contained in those arms. A pleasurable wave as the heat spreads, allowing her to relax, to soften against him. And for Runa it was very much the case of the later. She found herself settled on his lap, not quite sure how she got there, but not caring either. As he held her tighter, butterflies took off in her stomach. The feeling spread, merging with the warm wave being in his arms had already created. It was an intense and insistent feeling of rightness and belonging. As she kissed him, or was he kissing her, she was caught in the fire and had no intentions of trying to escape it.
Runa Edman

D’vash felt any inhibitions float away as she settled and relaxed in his arms. The attraction had been there since they were kids and he was thankful that he was finally able to act on those fantasies from so long ago.

The kiss was all he imagined it would be like and more than he hoped as he sensed the passion rise between them. The heat from the fire and the warm clothing they were wearing was beginning to make things warmer, even in the Nordic environment of the the holodeck.

The attraction had never left Runa, just lain dormant. At 11 years old she hadn’t recognized it, but now, as an adult she did. And every time she’d visited Varingskollen with her parents, she made it a point to ask his mother about him. The photos in the main lodge, of the boy she had known, had always triggered a twinge of longing, what if. Now Runa knew what if and it was intense, fiery, and more than her imagination ever came up with. To say that she was startled by it would be a huge understatement.

He slowly broke the kiss and smiled at Runa. “I hope that dare wasn’t too stressful for you, because I enjoyed it and would like it to continue, but perhaps in a more. . . .appropriate setting?”

Odinson (CIO)

Runa smiled softly back at him. Her surprise over the intensity and heat clear on her face, but she didn’t look away or move from where she was relaxed in his arms. Her smile changed to a grin at his words. Stressful? There were a lot of words for what that dare had been, but stressful wasn’t one of them despite her attempt to catch her breath and her racing pulse. “I would very much like to continue, but it’s too long of a trip back to Varingskollen and Earth. Where are you thinking?”
Runa Edman

D’vash grinned and replied. “You got the runs and resort down to perfection. Let’s see how you did with the chalet. Computer, display Varingskollen Chalet. . . . .top floor, honeymoon suite, with all the accoutrements. Twilight.”

The scene shifted from the bottom of the slopes to a luxurious suite located on the top floor of his grandparents’ ski resort. From floor to ceiling was an complete 360 degree view of the slopes and surrounding area. To the west view the sun was just setting behind the alpine vista. The slopes lit up for the night time skiers.

In the center of the room was a massive extra king-size bed. The bed was easily large enough to hold at least a dozen people if the situation called for it. Ten feet from the foot of the bed was a double-sided fireplace, the blazing fire providing the only interior light in the room. To the right of the bed was a hot tub/Jacuzzi, which could fit two people easily, but still small enough for closeness and intimacy. . . . .

The room was not quite right. The major details were there, but there were subtle errors that only someone who had lived here would notice. The pattern of stones on the hearth were off, the mantle was missing the runic carvings, the timbers in the ceiling was missing that one lighter board directly over the bed. The jacuzzi was accurate, but the mosaic in the tiles of the bottom were missing as was the cabinet filled with salts and oils. On the other side of the double fire place the lounge, comfortable enough for two if they stayed close, was missing, and the small food area was as well. D’Vash would probably realize it was as if it was created from what could be seen from the door.

The holo-program place D’vash and Runa in the center of the bed, in the same position they had been in in the outside setting.

Honeymoon suite? The words invoked ideas and images of love, passion, and intimacy. The words denoted an intense and serious relationship. A small nervous shiver went though her, and there was no way he wouldn’t notice with her still in his arms.

D’vash looked around the room and then returned his gaze to Runa. “Well,” he began, his voice almost a whisper, “this is better than I expected.”

Odinson (CIO)

She kissed him again, this time it was brief but sweet. “I’ve actually never been in here.” In the real chalet or in the program. She’d programmed the room but never actually gone into it. “I got a glimpse from the door once. I helped your grandmother carry linens up there, but when I tried to carry them inside she,” she glanced away around the room blushing, but still she stayed relaxed where she was, “she, uh, had quite a bit to say on the topic of love and relationships.”
Runa Edman

“I was only in here to clean and jump on the bed when I wouldn’t get caught. I always wondered what was so special about this room that people would come out looking all googley-eyed at each other. I think I have an idea now. Mind if I show you?”

Odinson (CIO)

The mental image of a young D’Vash jumping on that massive bed made her grin. She was surprised it wasn’t something the three of them had attempted to do all those years ago. “Googley-eyed?” her voice dropped to a soft whisper, “If you think you are capable of making me ‘googley-eyed’ by all means, show me.”


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